Jamal was playing a real deadly game …… he wouldn’t do anything around the house ….and when his mother was home … they constantly argued ……. “Get in there and fix my glass of ice Now ….” Rev. Brown couldn’t believe her own son would be acting this way toward her … wasn’t it bad enough that she had to deal with this lifestyle …. But the disobedience wasn’t going to be tolerated …….. “Uh … all the time u spent yelling at me for some ice …. You coulda got that urself ….” He walked in the room and handed her the glass poppin his gum ……..
He’d taken to dressing more ‘gay’ …. Tight jeans ….. Smedium shirts with messages on the center ….. and this gum poppin thing …… He was being influenced by the wrong friends … he’d met sum new people at the club one nite … the were into a house or sumthin and said he had ‘Face’ ……. And prolly should be walking in the ball ….. That’s where he was going tonite ……
“Jamal … I’m not gonna keep taking that tone of voice from you … and spit that gum out!” Rev. Brown was lashing out because his father had left town for business meaning that she had to deal with Jamal and his antics alone …… “Father … give me the strength not to strike this child down now ….” She stammered as she lay on her bed …… “I’m gonna take that as my cue to leave …….” Jamal walked out the room ….. and went up the stairs …… He had to check his threads for tonite ….. a cute shirt that he and his boi had cut up at the house and some shorts ……. “You are one FIERCE thing” he remarked to himself in the mirror ……..
Dudley on the other hand was going crazy ….. Jamal was on his mind …. Constantly ….. but he couldn’t take that next step ….. he wasn’t ready ….. “Baby wats wrong?” His mom walked in the room and saw that he was deep in thought again ….. “You still thinking bout that baby?” The reason Dudley had come home was that he found out the child and girl he supported for two years wasn’t his …… He was crushed … he hadn’t been into girls that much … but he knew he had to be a man ……… and he did it … despite his feelings for guys ……
“No ma …. I don’t think about them much … well maybe Lil Sherrod …… but Angela … no … I’m glad I found out when I did … we were going to get married …. And then wat ……” Dudley hadn’t thought about them much … but just speaking those names brought tears to his eyes ……. “Listen child … he only gives us one chance at love … and its up to us to take it …… Don’t let some Hussy .. and yes I said hussy, Lord for give me …. Make everyone have to pay for her mistake …..” Dea. Harriel knew about his past …. And prayed every night that he didn’t return to guys …….
“I won’t … I promise …..” “Rev. Brown has been asking about you ….. she wanted you to talk with her son … you kno Lil Jamal …” “No I didn’t kno that ….. what she say about?” Dudley leaned back trying to contain himself … this could be his chance to tell Jamal how he really felt …… “Something about whatever you two talked about that night he stayed here …. What happened that night?” She never asked about it …. Maybe she didn’t want to hear the truth …… “Nothing ma … he as just upset and needed somewhere to crash …. I remembered him from church ….. so we talked and he went home …… point blank …” “Don’t u sass me ….. You may be grown …but I’d still take to that tail like grease to chicken ….” She popped him …… they both laughed …… “Yes ma’am …. I’ll go to church tomorrow .. I promise .. I just haven’t been feeling so well …..” “Uh you mean u been having hangovers in the morning … imam tell you like this … you bad enough to hang out all night .. then you bad enough to go to church all day long ….. Now don’t be playing tomorrow ….” She walked out the room …. Leaving him back with his thoughts …….
Jamal dressed in his cover up clothing …… the clothes he wore over his attire … even tho it was still early …… he wanted to go and chill around his house members crib …… so he came down the stairs … no need to sneak out anymore ….. but before he could get out the door …. “Uh Jamal ….. someone wants to see you …..” his mother replied from the living room ….. Jamal stopped and turned around ……. “Hi Jamal … My name is Anne … I’m with Child and Family Services …… can we talk for a few minutes?” Jamal was puzzled … why would CFS be in their home??? HE followed her to the living room where his mother and grandmother were seated ……
“Whats this all about ma’am … I have some where to be …..” Jamal sat and asked …….. “Well that’s what this is about …where you are going …… Your mother has reported that for the past few weeks you have been sneaking in and out of the house at late hours of the night and that you have been prositing down the Granby area in Norfolk ….”
“Prositing? Come again? I kno u don’t mean prostitution …” Jamal was heated …. “Yes sir …. Your mother and several witnesses have Id’d you with several different men in the area and we have to put u under house arrest just for the rest of the weekend …. Until we can get a court date on Monday ……..” Anne took out the electronic monitoring device …..
“WHAT??? I aint NO DAMN HOE!!!! Tell em MA …. I don’t do that stuff …t hose are just my friends ……” Jamal pleaded with his mom ….. “Son … I’m only doing this for your protection … those guy have diseases and are poising your mind … you can’t walk up and down the street … like a common streetwalker …… This is for the best ……” Rev. Brown smiled inside knowing that she finally had him ……. “Jamal .. just do this for the weekend and we will get this all cleared up ….” His grandmother, who didn’t agree with the situation spoke up …… “Grams .. how u gonna let her do this … you kno why she saying these things …..”
“Jamal … we only want you to be safe and make sure that you are not in any danger …… so for the weekend … you are not allowed out of the house unless you are going to church with your mother …. And then on Monday we will have a review hearing after we do some more investigating which at that time the judge will render a decision based upon his findings ….. Do you have any questions??” Anne placed the bracelet around his leg ……. “Do I have a choice? A prisoner in my own home …” “MY Home …. You mean”
Jamal turned and walked up the stairs …… How could she do this???? He started to cry …… “DAMN …” he hit his pillow ….. his phone vibrated in his pocket …. He pulled it out ….. *Will Du Calling* flashed on the screen ……. He pushed end …. He definely didn’t want to talk to him tonite …….
Dudley let the phone ring a few more times … and the machine picked up ….. ‘Jamal …. Its me uh .. Will Du .. I mean Dudley … I was just uh … checkin on ya … I need to talk with u …. U kno to get sum things str8 ……. I’ll just check u out later I guess ….. I miss you my prince …’
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The Preachas Son
RomanceJamal is your typical pk. always doing church work following all of the rules until one weekend his entire world is shifted and he goes from being the golden child to public enemy number one. will he be able to balance life as he once knew???? or...
